My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

Bai Shaoqiu shook his head in confusion, "Which five beauties?"

He Xiaofeng stood up straight, staring at Bai Shaoqiu, and said very seriously:

"The Saintess of the Southern Chen Wensheng Academy, Ji Xiaoxiao!"

"Beiliang Tingyin Pavilion Qin Chi New Year's Day!"

"Sima Ruyi, the Immortal Painter of the Eastern Jin National Academy!"

"Xiqi Cangjian Pavilion's sword fanatic Che Qiuzi!"

"The other one is our Xingguo's Ninth Princess Tang Xianxian!"

Bai Shaoqiu looked surprised.

He had never heard of the Five Beauties of the World.

I didn't expect that Tang Xianxian was one of the five beauties.

However, Tang Xianxian's appearance is indeed stunning, and it is fair for her to be rated as one of the five beauties by these gossipers.

But...why did He Xiaofeng tell him this?

He also wondered if He Xiaofeng knew about what happened between him and Tang Xianxian.

Bai Shaoqiu was calm and composed:

"You lunatic! Even though Her Highness the Ninth Princess and I know each other... I didn't break off the engagement for Her Highness the Ninth Princess!"

"There's not much difference between a consort and a son-in-law!"

"I'm not the superficial person who only looks at appearances!"

"I just hope to regain my freedom and free Princess Changying!"

He Xiaofeng glared at Bai Shaoqiu: "That's not what I meant... Do you know that in our Xing country, there is a saying about the Northern Princess and the Western Princess?"

Bai Shaoqiu was stunned and shook his head again.

"The Northern Princess refers to the Ninth Princess Tang Xianxian of Chang'an, the capital, and the Western Princess refers to the Changying Princess Dongfang Changying of Xiling City!"

"Princess Changying's beauty is on par with Ninth Princess Tang Xianxian!"

"Then she is naturally on par with the other four beauties recognized by the world!"

"Do you understand?"

"Princess Changying possesses a stunning beauty, a high talent for martial arts, and the ability to march and fight. These are qualities none of the so-called Five Beauties of the World possess!"

"Women like Princess Changying, who are truly both talented in literature and martial arts, are rare in the world! You actually want to go to Kyoto to cancel the engagement..."

He Xiaofeng clenched his fists and almost beat his chest: "I don't know what you think."

"Your brain... is still sick!"

Bai Shaoqiu was so lucky that the emperor issued an imperial decree to marry Princess Changying as his husband... Although he was a son-in-law, this was what many men in the world dreamed of!

He actually wanted to go to Kyoto to ask the emperor to withdraw the imperial edict...

Did this guy get kicked in the head by a donkey?

Bai Shaoqiu was surprised for a moment but then he laughed and asked:

"Have you met Princess Changying?"

He Xiaofeng shook his head.

"You've never seen it, what's the point of saying der?"

How would Bai Shaoqiu know about the Five Beauties of the World?

He didn't even know what Dongfang Changying looked like.

But he clearly remembered that his brother-in-law Dongfang Meng said that his sister was ugly...so she was probably the same as Dongfang Meng.

Even if it is a little better, it is definitely not much better.

Therefore, he was determined to do everything possible to cancel the marriage.

Even if Kyoto is a den of dragons and tigers, it cannot stop his firm belief.

Even dying in Kyoto is better than having nightmares all my life!

He Xiaofeng didn't know what der meant, and he got anxious:

"Although I have never seen Princess Changying, there must be someone who has seen her!"

"There's no smoke without fire. If people say that, it must be true!"

Bai Shaoqiu waved his hand and said with a smile: "They are all rumors."

"Besides, even if Princess Changying is truly beautiful, love isn't about beauty, it's about compatibility."

"You don't understand. When you have a girl you love, you will naturally understand what I mean."

Manager Wen stroked his long beard and laughed.

He believed that since the young master had great abilities now, he certainly did not want to be a son-in-law for the rest of his life.

Any man with a little ambition would not marry into the wife's family!

Even if he is a son-in-law of the royal family, he is still a son-in-law.

There is no future at all.

If you want to make some private money, you have to do it secretly.

He has no status at home and is no different from a domestic slave.

A son-in-law is usually a man married into a wealthy family that has only a daughter and no son to continue the family line.

The young master is the only child in the Bai family.

The young master became the son-in-law of the royal family, which meant that the Bai family's bloodline would be cut off.

Then the young master regains his freedom, which is more important than anything else!

Shopkeeper Wen took a puff of his cigarette, pondered for three breaths, and said:

"Young Master's trip to Kyoto will make this task extremely difficult to accomplish."

"The Emperor's word is law. I ask him to retract this imperial decree announced to the world..."

He slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and shook his head in frustration. "Just do your best. If you fail... don't force it. If you offend the Emperor, your life will be in danger."

Bai Shaoqiu nodded again.

He didn't say that if he failed, he would immediately return to Xiling City and wander around with the lazy girl.

He ignored the hopeless He Xiaofeng and looked at the shopkeeper Wen and asked:

"Can the printing workshop start working?"

"The craftsmen have been hired, some of whom are veterans from Bai's Bookstore. The preface and the first chapter of The Story of the Stone are already being engraved, and the first edition will be printed in two days."

"Okay, leave the first copy of the first edition to me, along with The Story of the Stone and the preface written by Mr. Si. Mr. Si will bring them later, and put both prefaces in it..."

"Let's go check out Sanwei Bookstore."

……

……

Sanwei Bookstore is right next to Baicao Garden.

After leaving the study in the backyard, Uncle Fu did not take Bai Shaoqiu out through the front door.

As Bai Shaoqiu was looking at him in shock, Uncle Fu pushed open a door next to the study.

"It's more convenient this way."

Uncle Fu stood by the door and said with a smile, "Through this door is the backyard of Sanwei Book House."

Standing in front of the door, Bai Shaoqiu looked around, feeling a little dazed.

Ok,

In other words, the name of this courtyard was named Baicao Garden by himself.

There are no green vegetable plots here, but there is a smooth stone well fence in the main courtyard.

There are no tall soapberry trees and no purple mulberries.

Well, almost everything in my memory of Baicao Garden is not here.

You don't need to go out and head east to get to Sanwei Book House from Baicao Garden. Just walk half a mile and cross a stone bridge.

It's... right next door.

Just one door away,

Just one step away!

Therefore, this is just my obsession with my past life.

Bai Shaoqiu laughed at himself, stepped over the threshold and walked into the backyard of Sanwei Bookstore.

This shop had already been cleaned up by Uncle Fu and Xiao Xi.

Walking towards the shop in front, I saw that everything was very clean and tidy.

This shop used to sell pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Even now, there is still a faint scent of ink. The rest are the neatly arranged cabinets in the shop.

The door of the shop was closed, but the light inside was not dim because of the sunlight pouring in through the window lattices.

Bai Shaoqiu looked around, touched around, and wondered how many books would be displayed in such a big shop?

You can't just sell one copy of "A Dream of Red Mansions", right?

I have to write a letter to Brother Fang. Kyoto is far away and communication is slow, so I can't delay the request for the manuscript.

Manager Wen and Uncle Fu stood on Bai Shaoqiu's left and right.

The two old men looked at the empty shop, but there was light in their old eyes.

Bai's Bookstore went bankrupt.

The young master pushed it down with his own hands.

Now, the Sanwei Book House has been arranged.

It was named by the young master himself.

In a trance, it seemed as if I had experienced a reincarnation.

In fact, it’s just two springs and summers.

The young master seemed to be reborn.

This Sanwei Bookstore is the witness of his rebirth!